Текст песни Есфирь - Всё приму из Твоей руки

I will take out of your hands
Water, bread or bread crumbs
Let delighted yell someone's gods,
I drink from your river

I still can not stand
Against the wind that rips my dress,
From sand dry, from the curse
I can not face close

I stand at thy rivers,
You are good, You are my all desires
Let the water will taste suffering,
All I will take out of your hands

I will take out of your hands
Dullness am separated from thee,
I'll go if you want bosoyu
The fiery furnace-sands

But to understand evil good eh can not,
My tears - hitting it?
Or my tears drop of summer
From which for some reason run

Chorus
All good, loving You, Lord,
All the good!
My joy filled vessels,
Remember me ...